My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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28539 | 2021-09-07 08:18:50 | 105.89 | 98% |
27867 | 2021-09-01 14:49:42 | 94.72 | 98% |
25849 | 2021-08-12 05:14:27 | 101.14 | 97% |